Hey, we’re getting older. Things we used to love don’t interest us as much and things we used to not like suddenly become more interesting. Stuff changes. Also we tend to accept our strengths and our weaknesses. For instance, at age 70, I finally realized I’m not going to play shortstop for the Mets. Hell, I couldn't even make shortstop on my intramural softball team, and I was the captain! As for John, despite playing soccer for his college, chances are he’s not playing center-mid for Inter Miami, feeding Messi as he attacks the goal. Ain’t happening. I have friends who love tennis and begrudgingly, they’ve switched to pickle ball. Which gets us around to our Zoom Smile comic. For those of you who have followed the blog you know that both John and I became grandparents in the last couple years. For my wife and me, our granddaughter lights up our world. But we each have out strengths. I’m the funny one who makes her laugh. When it’s time for a hug or she gets a “boo boo,” she runs to grandma. I remember one time she came to visit us. We live in an apartment at the end of a long hallway, perfect for running. If you’re three years old. So our daughter and son-in-law buzz up from the lobby that they’re coming up. My wife and I come out to the hallway and squat down to our granddaughter’s level. She shrieks with joy when she sees us and comes running down the hall. I open my arms in expectation, and she runs right past me to my wife. That’s what happened in real life. In the comic, well, John and I think them up, so the kid smiles for the grandpa. You can’t make this stuff up. Oh wait a minute, we just did.

Our other effort is about March Madness. Both John and I know a lot about sports, different sports but we know about the ones we follow, and neither of us know one solitary thing about men’s college basketball. I used to love it, now, not so much. Alright, I know one thing. I went to grad school at Northwestern and they’re in the NCAA Tournament, otherwise known as March Madness. So when John brought up the fact that our Friday comic would intersect with the beginning of the tournament, I said, “I don’t know a thing about the tournament.” And he replied, “Neither do I.”Perfect. Listen, wherever I’ve worked, they’ve always had a pool in which you fill out the brackets and predict the outcomes of every game in a 64-team tournament about which you know nada (as in not a thing). The odds of getting the whole thing right are astronomical, like a billion to one, but don’t quote me on that. So we just looked for the colleges with the goofiest names to pick for the tourney. Our first idea was to pick Murray State, because we once knew a guy named Murray, but, too bad, they’re playing in a different tournament. We went for Auburn and Drake, because we grew up eating Drake’s Cakes. Now we realize this is only a northeastern thing, but if you never have tasted a Yodel, you’re really missing something. Pro tip: a Yodel must be dunked into a glass of milk. And we ain’t talking soy milk either. But I digress. Stetson University came in a close third, but neither of us looks good in a Stetson hat, so Drake it was. Anyway, enjoy the tournament and the comics and we will leave you with one piece of advice: bet the house on Purdue. No, just kidding. We know nothing about them.

Have a great weekend and we’ll see you next week,

John and Andy